A Black Hole in Hyperspace Inspired by the Film “Lucy”

As I was watching the Luc Besson film Lucy, something occurred to me that may change my view on what happens inside a black hole.  Toward the end of the film, the singularities of two black holes are seen to converge inside a 4-D hyperspace.  This happens just as Lucy obtains her "full capacity" of knowledge.  For those who haven't seen the film, Lucy is taking a drug that allows her to use 100% of her brain (riding the myth that we humans only use 10% of our brain, which has been debunked).  Through the film, she is continuously accessing hidden regions of her brain, transforming her into a cosmic genius with all kinds of extra-sensory perceptions, including telekenesis, telepathy, divination, etc. 

Since we are unable to see things in four dimensions, the film had to show these singularities converging in 3-D space.  On film it looked a lot like the bottoms of two whirlpools coming together underwater.  However, this isn't how it really looks, because the gravity inside a black hole is so strong that it literally sends matter into hyperspace once it goes beyond the event horizon.  Rather, what we see in Lucy is just a 3-D representation of what it might look like. 

Reflecting on this visual, I reached an epiphany about the nature of singularities.  What if all the black hole singularities in the universe converge at the same point- at the center of hyperspace?  The idea would work much in the same way that gravity does; neighboring singularities would converge first, then as they gathered collectively, they'd have greater powers of attraction. The strongest of these attractors would settle into the center of hyperspace, and its gravity would constantly pull weaker ones into its asymptote.  All matter would essentially be squished into a tiny space with an even greater infinite density than one singularity would. 

Let's try to make sense of this visually, if we can. Much like the living geometrical figures in Edwin Abbot's Flatland, we can’t see any extra dimensions beyond us.  However, there is evidence of a fourth dimension if we consider Einstein's general theory of relativity, which arises from the curvature of space-time caused by massive bodies.  In this context, we will think of gravity as causing the fourth dimension of space. 

Though we can detect gravity, we can't actually see it. It bends all of space in invisible waves that can probably be detected much more clearly in 4-D hyperspace.  Adding this extra dimension likens our 3-D space to a 2-D figure.  In a black hole, gravity gets distorted so strongly that it rips through space-time.  Once an event horizon is created, everything in a black hole enters something beyond our universe.  That something is called a 4-D hyperspace. 

There are trillions of black holes in the universe.  Each of them have whirlpools of matter that probably spin around in hyperspace, serving as a pathway to their singularities.  Think of a water drain; even after the whirlpool loses form, the water still swirls about as it goes down the drain, due to its centripetal motion.  Knowing the nature of gravity, why wouldn't singularities be able to attract to one another inside the 4-D frontier?  They already converge in regular 3-D space: sometimes on spectacular levels, like when the Supermassive black holes of two galaxies collide. 

In order for this theory to work, everything in the visible universe must be expanding on a sphere, like a balloon being blown up. Because we are on the surface, the interior dimension of hyperspace can't be seen.  We can't see it for the same reason that the world appears flat to us.  Inside this figurative balloon, hyperspace has a center, which is where the singularities would converge.  Perhaps a great many convergences triggered a second Big Bang, which may explain why the universe's expansion started accelerating 5 billion years ago.  A critical mass may have been reached during this time, like in a nuclear explosion.  The sudden displacement- one we'd have no chance of ever detecting- would be like an explosion inside the balloon of our hyperspace.  This could explain how dark energy came into the picture.  Dark energy wouldn't be anti-gravity so much as a property of space; that as the second Big Bang exploded inside our hypersphere, it's only natural that its surface would rip apart. 

Finally, there's the notion that perhaps the hyperspace inside our hyperspace may be causing that one to expand, and so on ad infinitum, in a lovely fractal that would look much like a domino effect.  The only problem in such a scenario is that if matter is always recycling itself in universes that are born from Big Bangs in hyperspheres, it wouldn't conserve all the energy lost in between explosions.  An accelerating universe would leave enormous amounts of energy outside the border of the new universe, like all the matter we see now.  As per the balloon analogy, what would happen to all this excess matter?  Would it become absorbed by each universe's boundary, or get ripped to shreds by dark energy outside them? 

At this point, I will leave such wild speculations for others to rack their brains with.  I'm not even totally sold on the idea.  To me, the idea that white holes- a black hole's mirror image- are doorways to other universes still makes more sense from a conservation of energy standpoint.  But the fractal hypersphere could very well be the truth; it is more symmetrical and elegant when seen from afar.  Rather than the chaotic scatterings of Black Hole portals leading into an infinite number of universes, the simplicity of a fractal hypersphere is very attractive.  The tragedy is that we may never know what really happens inside a black hole.  All this conjecture would ultimately prove pointless as it pertains to science.  We can't have the kind of insight Lucy did, but she may have been gracious enough to at least show us a fraction of the truth. 

Ovid’s Telescope

Some find it in the teachings of Jesus or Buddha or Muhammad. 
Some find it in the writings of Lao Tzu, Confucius, or Marcus Aurelius. 
Others look for it in the hills of the Dolomites, the woods of Massachusetts, 
Or the calm waters of the Philippine Sea.   

You may find it in the cradle of a leaf, 
The wrinkles in the palm of your hand, or by studying the instincts of a starling. 
The natural world holds more of it than any sentence or song ever could. 
Even children and the elderly know more about it than the adults that govern them. 
 
As for me, I find more wisdom in the timelessness of poetry than anything else, 
Where words give such meaning to Growth, Life, and Nature- 
Those intangible elements that embody our needs and desires- 
That mind, body, and soul become unified, as one's spirit does with rest of the world. 
 
Words, words, thy painter of worlds, of dreams that should have been, 
Rising into the air like rainbows of promise leading to nowhere. 
Where are they, those forgotten Gods of lore, those emblems of faith 
Who stretched across the Aspect of the Placidus, in trine with the divine 
Ephemeri at Midheaven, only to retreat through the lambencies of Ophiuchus, 
Where iridescent nebulae conceal them behind curtains of dust and discovery? 
 
Behold, a polycosmic chessboard built from the coordinates of an astrolabe, 
Whose polished pieces were chiseled by the mythological Titans of Arcana. 
Pawns, bishops, and yes, even the mighty King can only be moved 
By their invisible hands.  We scurry about them below, we insignificant germs 
Infected by Folly, some oblivious to the game that binds them, 

Others at the mercy of its movement.  If you look through the lens long enough 

You can see the motion of the spheres, the hollow cracks in the cubes between galaxies; 
Those pliable spaces where the rules bend and everything is mistakenly thought 
To drift aimlessly through space, as if it had all been strewn across that messy board, 
Corrupted by the impunity of chance, speckled with luminous bits of the pieces we         
    lost. 

Art Blitz

 Art is the most celebrated of cultural institutions, bringing to the world all that we've seen from painting, literature, poetry, cinema, theater, music, and so on.  What the artist wishes to express can best be described as an awakening to that which is beyond his or herself.  He or she does this by evaluating individual experiences and constructing them into worldly symbols for all their subjects to appreciate, whether the inspiration comes from historical or personal events, reflections on ideas, people of influence, or things of beauty in the natural world.  The painter paints what he sees, preserving on canvas a moment in time, or a surreal vision that couldn't stay in his head; the writer scribes what experience has gelled him into: a giver of information, a generator of imaginary places, or a poet who puts what a painter would have intended into words; the actor reaches deep into the shadows of his subconscious, so that he may immerse himself in the archetype that is needed for his role; the musician plays for the world what graceful arrangements of sound the world is capable of making, in order to enhance the emotional state of his condition. 

Art is the vessel which translates our inner most desires onto a display, so that others may identify with our dreams, and in so doing, preserve them through the centuries by igniting adaptations which build on themes that were born unto us when the phenomenon of culture first emboldened man to create works that symbolized his condition, his temperament, his uncertain place in the cosmos.  Art is a representation of our psyches put on paper to materialize the things in ourselves which we find too difficult to express in normal conversation, either because our ideas and feelings are so complex that we can't convey them at will, or because things are so beautiful that normal means of communication cannot do them justice.  Art is the process by which we infuse our divine inheritance with the real world, taking things that strike us as otherworldly and welcoming them into our own, thereby making the joy of creation an act of Providence that graces our souls with what gifts the gods provided us.  In turn this makes us greater beings, beings who can take the divinity of creation and give it to the hearts of men, which is why an artist has more of a right to feel like a god among his own kind than anyone else (yet he seldom does).  Art is the source, the summit, the sea of the soul, a cloud of latent memories in a storm of dreams.  It's the familiarity we left behind after we were cast unto the Earth in chains by the original sin of attaining selfhood. 

The ability of art to elevate the self beyond what it can merely see, over the hedges of certainty and into the mysterious beyond, allows us to momentarily loosen the binds that keep us tied to the real world, delighting us with an alternative view that may best be described as a religious experience.  For just as the mystics, prophets, and poets of proverbs were able to reach the source of existence via their enlightenment, artists do the same through their meditations on life.  By focusing on a single element of creation and bringing it forth into the world, they offer the same glimpses into the netherworld of the gods that the pious believe in and preach about.  To love a painting or a cathedral or a piece of music is to worship it, for it is a creation which has sprung from the same ingredients that God made the natural world with.  All art should be treated as such, as sacred objects of eternal worth.